11/1/1981
Dear my lovely Lily,
It has been oh so long since I have written to you. I have joined Dumbledore's Army in D.C. to help combat the remaining Death Eaters. My regiment was very excited to hear He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is vanished, though some of us are skeptical. We had a hear about this boy, Harry Potter is his named, who killed the dark lord and he was a baby. Speaking of babies, I hope that I would be able to see my little Diana. My regiment is about ready to embark on our quest to vanquish the remaining Death Eaters in America. Everybody here is scared shitless, knowing that some of them may not survived. But not I, because I want my baby girl to grow up with her Daddy watching her.
Hoping to see you soon,
Jacob
Jacob woke up in a bed, next to a muggle hooker. His head was pounding like a hammer against a nail. Having no recollection about what happened last night, he walked into the bathroom, vomiting up a storm in the toilet, his entrails floating in the water. Another night of partying left him to this. The once famed soldier who led his men towards the final battle, now a broken man who has nothing to lose. He came back to the room and grabbed his clothes. He put them on and then he grabbed his wand, that he kept hidden in his pocket. He said a quick spell, and in a flash, his hangover disappeared. He took out a couple of 50s and laid them near the still sleeping hooker. Jacob then grabbed his gun and put in his holster and exited out of the door.
The humid Florida air hit Jacob as he started walking towards a café. It was a good 18 or 20 years after the first Wizarding War, and a good 10 years of the American War. Capturing traitors of the MACUSA government and putting them in prison. Jacob lost many friends and families during the war. He had seen young kids getting killed left and right. Due to his knowledge of the Florida land and his many connections, Jacob was able to form a Special Ops group of Wizards and Witches that hunted the remaining Death Eaters. This group, which was led by him, used strategies and tactics to that similar of the muggle's Navy Seals. Every battle that Jacob was in, every person he killed, every ally who he witness died, what was it all for. Surely there is something that is going on.
Then there was Winston Charles, the leader of this country's Death Eaters. The final battle of the American War was costly on both sides. But what effected Jacob the most was how sadistic Winston was towards his family. The worst part of it all was not burying his family, but not avenging them. After what Winston did, the poor coward went into hiding, never showing his face. As he sat down in a booth, drinking his coffee and reading the daily paper, Jacob notice a familiar face walking towards him.
"Hey, Jacob, long time no see," said Thomas Wheatly, the major general of the MACUSA military and head Auror for the U.S.
"What, do you want?" asked Jacob, with disgust in his throat.
"I have an assignment for you," said Thomas.
"I told you, I am not in the game anymore," said Jacob, drinking his coffee.
"This case is very special, and I trust your expertise on it," said Thomas.
"And I am living my remaining days in retirement," snapped Jacob.
"Living in retirement my ass. You either drinking yourself to death, fucking hookers, or poisoning your brain," said Thomas, "What would your wife say?"
"Don't bring her in this, Tommy," warned Jacob.
"Ok, ok, just think about it, Jacob. They will pay you a fortune," said Thomas, getting out of the booth and leaving the yellow envelope behind.
Jacob put the envelope in his jacket, finished his coffee, tip the waitress, and left the café. As he was walking back towards his apartment, he heard some a young girl screaming. He followed the sound to an alley where he sees two hooded people attacking this young girl, who has the perfect color of white in her hair. Shit Death Eaters thought Jacob as he stepping into the alley. His wand drawn out, he loudly said, "Stupidity." Both of the Death Eaters were pushed aggressively backwards. He then took the young girl by the hand and dragged out of the alley.
"Come with me if you want to live," said Jacob, pulling the girl out of the situation. As they were leaving, one of the Death Eaters took a hold of the girls ankle and pulled it, causing the girl to fall. Jacob turned and seeing the Death Eater holding the young girl hostage, pointed his wand at the Death Eaters face and cast a stunning spell. The Death Eater, just stood there and then fell backwards, leaving the young girl a bit shaken. Taking the girl's hand, both ran.
When Jacob and the girl arrived at his apartment, Jacob cursed up a storm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jacob cursed, "Why the hell are there Death Eaters here? I thought we took care of those assholes during the American War." Jacob felt his anger rising, as all the memories he was trying to be repressing, all came flooding back to him. Jacob, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his fridge and took a swig out of it. His felt his nerves numb as the syrupy taste of the whiskey passed through his throat.
"Excuse me, sir," said the young girl. Jacob, forgetting that he had a guest over, put the bottle away and walk towards the living room where the girl was.
"Yes," said Jacob.
"I just wanted to say thank you for rescuing me. I don't know why those people were hurting me," said the young girl.
"Those people are called Death Eaters," said Jacob. As he was walking towards the girl, he felt a strange presence, that he never felt until when served in the MUSCA Army.
"Death Eaters?" asked the young girl.
"A group of radical terrorist who attacked muggles and muggle born," said Jacob, "May I ask you some questions?"
"Sure," said the young girl, a bit puzzled.
"Have you experience anything weird in past year or so," asked Jacob with a curious look on his face.

"Well, when I was younger, my parents always found me on the roof of our house. They never understood why. Then when I was in grade school, I accidentally turned my friend into a dog. I never knew why these things always happened to me, but it just happens," explains the young girl.
"The reason why you are able to do this is because you are a witch," Jacob bluntly said, opening up the letter.
"Jacob, you have served under the MUSCA army for a well amount of time. Your military career has been filled with many achievements such as the Wizarding Special forces and leading the charge in the Decisive victory at the Battle of the Wolf Moon. Now, we are asking for your help again. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and with bigger numbers. I have feared that his influence has reach across the oceans towards the states. We are asking for you to reinforce us and help us fight against the Dark Lord. Thomas has said that he has created a team for you, full of new faces, something you might like. So please take our invitation, we would offer as much as you want," the letter had said before setting on the floor.
"What was that all about?" asked the young girl.
"It's a long story, are you hungry, Miss?" asked Jacob.
"Emma, and no why?" asked the young girl.
"Because, I am going take you somewhere," said Jacob, grabbing a pot full of floo powder. He then grabbed Emma by the arm and took her to his fireplace. Holding the girl tight, Jacob said in a loud firm voice, "Congress of Magic."